Moments ago I saw them live from Rockerfeller Center, The New Kids on the Block. Try to contain your excitement. I guess I'll give them a critique, why not hey?
They did look very handsome and wore nice looking suits in various stages of disarray. And, to their credit, it was raining on them and they didn't seem bothered.
The NKOB did the same type dancing they did before, only they aren't quite as loose limbed as they used to be. They placed some scantily clad girlie dancers behind them so it seemed less noticeable. Oh, and, they couldn't sing. really
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Some of my dear readers (all four of you) may have noticed Mr. Cocka-Doodle-Doo around throwing out some comments here and there. Don't be fooled by his slick way with words, he is a fake, a fraud, an impostor, a poseur, so not the real deal. We do not , at this time, think he is a serial threat to any of us. Just be aware.
Also, just this a.m. I discovered another fraudulent commenter claiming to be my fish, Cupcake, back from the dead. I know this to be absolutely false because the real, though dead, Cupcake is still in the freezer. Funeral arrangements are pending. Just be aware.
FIRST!!!!!
ReplyDeleteOK - I've heard of a phenomenon called "dead frozen goldfish posthumous commenting" that I think you should be aware of.
ReplyDeleteThe cock, I cannot comment on.
see, that's where logic fails us, Millie. Cupcake was not a gold fish.
ReplyDeleteNKOTB: I watched them. I loved them. I heart Donnie. I cried. Jon still can't dance.
ReplyDeleteI was in my 20's before I realized NKOTB couldn't sing live.
ReplyDeleteJon is to NKOTB,what Lance Bass was to NSYNC. Neither of them can dance but they have cute smiles.
I had no idea that NKOTB were attempting a come back... I'd prefer it if the REAL guys from Milli Vanilli would make an album... I liked that stuff :)
ReplyDeletethey did look very cute
ReplyDeleteThis is just so very wrong Jean Knee.
ReplyDeleteI'm of course talking about the impostors (not NKOTB!). They should be hunted down and brought to justice.
the humanity, this is your second time commenting on my blog, not that I keep a carefully updated grid of my comments or anything pathetic like that, does this mean you are a fan?
ReplyDeleteI just watched that NKOB segment.
ReplyDeleteI was most impressed that not only were they dancing in the rain BUT their hair looked fabulous! How do they do that?
Someone handed that one guy a hat with a hole. How rude.
The old lesbian dude still looked like an OL.
HEY!! WHat's up with all the impostors!?
ReplyDeleteI'm finding this very worrisome. Father Al did not invent Teh Internets so cocks and dead fish would use it for terror and lies.
I'm surely a fan!
ReplyDeleteA fan of American Justice, the pursuit of happiness and donuts.
mmm, donuts
ReplyDeletemmm,happiness.
ReplyDeletemmmmmm, Homer
ReplyDeleteCupcake wasn't a goldfish?
ReplyDeleteBoy, is my face red.
The imposing continues.
ReplyDeleteI just had to point this out Jean Knee. It's NKOTB. Not NKOB. That would just be silly.
ReplyDeleteI was wondering about Mr. CDD. He seemed very suspicious. I hope the imposter is caught soon. It just doesn't feel safe anymore.
I'm thinking it's ironic that Cupcake & NKOTB appear in the same post. Isn't it possible that they're ALL just dead fish hanging out in the freezer waiting to be buried?
ReplyDeleteDoes that mean I can dust off my Joey M. pictures & hang them?
ReplyDeleteC.D.D is just getting so cocky to post comments:)
Fake Mr CDD & Not Cupcake: End you reign of terror.
ReplyDeleteRepent and surrender.
You still have that thing in your freezer ?!?!?!
ReplyDeleteWHY ?!?!?!?!
Mr. Cockcadododo rocks !!!
Did Bee ever send you the bones for Polka Dot? I went thru allot of trouble to steal them from my old job.
I'm sure they are still sitting on her kitchen floor.
Where is Bee anyway?
I like the fake Mr. CCD better.
ReplyDeleteevery time I talk about burying Cupcake I am ignored. :(
ReplyDeleteI won't ignore you Jean Knee.
ReplyDeleteTell me all about the -real Cupcake- funeral.
Jean Knee, I'm hurt. I thought we had something special, but you keep telling people I'm an imposter.
ReplyDeleteWHY, jean knee, WHY?!?
"You never close your eyes
ReplyDeleteanymore when I kiss your lips
There's no tenderness
Like before in you fingertips
You're trying hard not to show it,
But baby, baby I know it..."
"YOU'VE LOST THAT LOVIN' FEELIN' OH THAT LOVIN' FEELIN' YOU'VE LOST THAT LOVIN' FEELIN' NOW IT'S GONE, GONE, GONE...WHOA-OA-OA..."
ReplyDelete[collapses on the floor in tears, flapping madly]
ReplyDelete[If you listen carefully, you may even hear a muffled: "'s the croc...!"]
OoooOOOoooOOOO....
ReplyDeleteJean Knee! I have come back from the dead to tell you:
It's !@#@!#@$%&^ COLD in here! Are you telling me that you are SURPRISED that I'm haunting you when you're keeping my corpse in the FREEZER? Put me to rest, already!
OoooOOOoooOOOO....
ReplyDeleteJean Knee! I have come back from the dead to tell you:
And tell your friend Millie to watch out. I know a few goldfish that would be happy to haunt her...a goldfish, indeed!
OH NOES!!!!
ReplyDeleteWe approve!
ReplyDeleteJean knee, I don't think you're givin' these blokes a fair go. I think the fish and the cock are true blue.
ReplyDeleteI don't need YOU to back me up, you moist lizard you. Go back to the swamp!
ReplyDeleteIt's the end of the world as we know it.
ReplyDeleteNo need to chuck a spaz, mate. Just trying to call it like I see it.
ReplyDeleteSomeone get Jean Knee a psychiatrist.
ReplyDeleteI'm not the crazy psycho here. I was at ballet practice for four hours.
ReplyDeletedamnit, wher'e my meds??
This post has no neame Jean Knee.
ReplyDeleteUntitled
I find this unsettling.
See? I'm so unsettled I can't even spell "name"!!!
ReplyDeletewhat should I call it??
ReplyDeleteYou can call me anything you want.
ReplyDeletethat's what I thought
ReplyDeleteWatch that last step,it's a doozy!
ReplyDeleteBeware!
ReplyDeleteBeware of invisibility!!!
We approve of this title!
ReplyDeleteWhat the crackers! I missed all the fun!
ReplyDeletejean knee, I can bury your Cupcake under my mag tree yes?
I think it's absolutely fabulous that you're sidekicks have a mind of their own! I'm jealous! Hmmm... who would be my sidekick? Andy? ;o)
Dan, the bones are not on my kitchen floor they're in my back porch.
And by bones I don't mean human, rooster or fish.
Bee, the moral of your story is:
ReplyDeleteDO NOT leave the Internets. You will miss something.
What happened? I've been checking your blog regularly and my comment is FIFTIETH?
ReplyDeleteI think the RSS thing must have been playing up.
Blogging fish and cocks - we do live in disturbing times...
I had a friend in middle school who was obsessed with KNOTB. She'd call their 3.99 a minute fan phone line and ran up mountainous phone bills until her mom cut access to that number.
ReplyDeleteLisa on The Simpsons went through something similar. I think they ripped that story line straight out of my personal memories. I demand royalties!!
I was here on Friday and read this post but I didn't comment.
ReplyDeleteDo you still love me like I love you, Jean Knee?
If Mr. Cock-A-Doodle-Doo formed his own band it would also be called NKOTB.
ReplyDeleteNew Kocks On The Block
The kids these days are all into misspellings. Mr. Cock knows his audience.
Whoa, there, nellie!
ReplyDeleteYou can't just put words in my beak and tell the world what I would name my band, thankyouverymuch.
Though it is catchy.
ReplyDeleteNew Kocks...
ReplyDeleteThere is something that is, well, unsettling about that name, though:
What is meant by "on the block?"
You see, as a chicken, that particular phrase means something a little different to me than it might mean to you. [shudder]
No, no, no..."New Kocks" just won't do. You may as well call us "Death Cock for Cutie" or something...
ReplyDeleteblech.
Let me see...
How about "Peck?" I've already got a new hit single coming to mind...
ReplyDeletesooooooy un pollooooo...I'm a chicken, baby, so why don't you kill me...
No, WAIT. That was even worse than New Kocks on the Block.
How about a solo act?
"Chick Aiken?"
Or
"Rage Against the Cock?"
"They Might Be Chickens?"
(I know I could do a fair rendition of "Birdhouse in My Soul")
That's ace, bloke!
ReplyDeleteCan I join up? I sing bass.
No.
ReplyDeleteAw, c'mon. Pull the brolly outta yer arse.
ReplyDeleteNo! I'm not having a band with you in it! No way.
ReplyDeleteThat dead set, then? You won't let me in?
ReplyDeleteGot that right, dumb lizard.
ReplyDeleteWanker.
ReplyDeletenot to encourage this type of banter, but
ReplyDeletewanker is one of my favorite words
HOLY KIT AND CABOODLE!!!
ReplyDeleteIt's animals gone wild here at the Polka Dot Palace!